Climbing Up The Jordan

jumpstart

skipping between jumpropes

with grooved out oxygen-high slitted eyes

pink curves beneath my ears

 

swirling sandstorms fogging up my rear view mirror

sizzling soil crumbling upwards before each step

swaying to the sounds of shine

we're set

 

before me riots break into seas of disorder

or

after me angels tear off their wings in joyous sacrifice

the road cracks knowing unity full well

 

on my dew-drenched green pastures

the sky-cotton passes by without a wink

the trees wave at the star's rhythmic war-dance

the fish swim, the birds fly

 

whether cracks form at my heels

whether the mountains bow down to my stature

everything gathers at the Jordan

as one broken puzzle

 

surrounding arrows do not pierce my iron hide

pieces of heaven do not crush my skull

not unstoppable

untouchable

 

rusted shuriken gathered under

the timeline is ultimate

the now is the mighty mountainous sword that plummets from heaven's sea in a blood-freezing cry

tomorrow, shrouded but searing in a bright murk

yesterday, ..            .           ....          .         .   .  ..   . ..

 

gather at the Jordan

He smiles at all that accepts his beauty

millions step to the left, to the left

though my feet step to the left

I step with the Jordan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[sutoraika]

Serranus, thou hath done it again! Poems fulleth of imagery. I see-eth (huh?) with my eyes ye imagery